Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Posted by el duque at 6:07 AM
Thanks to the Scroogebrenners, we are wriggling with the worms. Now... it could be that Cashman is poker-facing a giant move. If we know anything, it's that Cash doesn't show his public hand in deals. And at this point, the Yankee speculation machine is little more than than an underground coal fire that's been going on for decades. We were chasing Torii Hunter, we were chasing Shane Victorino., were chasing (Insert Name Here.) Want more? Go to Bleacher Report. The 12-year-olds will outline the reasons we're chasing Brad Pitt.
Listen: I don't think we're chasing anybody. We're chasing a $189 million payroll next year, which is like chasing that giant sinkhole that is threatening Louisiana.
Yesterday, I talked with several depressed Yankee fans. Not one was bummed about losing A-Rod for half a year. Not one. The idea of a younger player - it's like crack cocaine to us. Add the insurance payout on him, which should net 70 percent of his salary, plus the tax depreciation advantages of a late-career player (one of the biggest scams in sports, as outlined by economist Andrew Zimbalist in his book "Baseball and Billions"), the Yankees will be fine, fiscally, with or without Alex on the field.
So how have the Scroogebrothers so easily convinced the Yankiverse that we're near the fiscal cliff? It's a scam worthy of Jeffery Loria in Miami. They coaxed taxpayers into building a new stadium, then announced that the new operating agreement forbids them from spending more on players. And the Yankiverse accepts this. No argument.
Keep in mind that everything here is arbitrary. Yes, the amounts of luxury tax money the Yankees would have to spend next year will rise substantially. But take into consideration that the YES Network is valued at $3 billion, and the Yankees are probably in that same neighborhood, and $40 million in luxury taxes is clam dip money.
The Scroogebrenners are like the people who are closing newspapers. Hey, if you don't want to run a paper, sell to someone who does. If you don't want to run the Yankees, sell to someone who does. Old George Kennedy, he's sitting in the slammer, talking about a big splash with ol' Josh Hamilton. Folks, Luke is dead. Cashman says, "Beggars can't be choosers." So how did the Scroogebrenners get to do both?